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The Night The Legend Came Forth

It was a dark night in Godric's Hollows. The air was very still; a little bit too calming was what it seemed. A shadow of a woman near a cradle was outlined on the closed curtains of a room. The room was a nursery for her beautiful baby girl, Gwendolyn Potter.

"James, do you really think he is really going to come?"

"I don't know Lily, I don't know." James replied. Staring at his wife and one year old daughter, "I just hope we're there to see her grow up."

Lily looked at her husband with solemn eyes, "I wish for that too."

Their eyes linger onto their only child, filled with sadness and regret for what might be in store in her life. They stare at her in silence as if savoring every moment left as a family together. As if ruining a picture perfect moment, the front door burst open with a deafening crash making the two adults jump in surprise. Lily's eyes filled with tears, sobs wracking out of her body while she watched her husband sprint downstairs to confirm if he was really there.

"Lily, it's him!" He shouts, voice filled with sorrow and alarm with a hint of desperation. "Take Gwen and run! There's no time."

At that moment Gwen starts crying at the noises that her father was making. Lily rushes to her and picks her up in hopes that she'll calm a bit. A thought strikes her and makes her blood run cold, this might be the last time she will ever hold her child again. The last time she'll hush her baby quiet, laughing when she giggles, and comforting her when she cries. Her body shakes, unshed tears spring to her eyes.

She won't cry, not in front of Gwen. Her daughter needs her right now, needs her to be strong. She didn't want to fill her daughter's memories, if she ever remembered her face, with tears in her eyes. She wanted Gwen to remember her smiling face, in hopes it'll be of use to her in the future. So she smiles down at her baby girl in her arms with a heavy heart. She then hears a shout from the intruder.

"Avada Kedarva."

A soft thud came following the spell. Lily clutched Gwen tighter, fear coursing through the veins in her body. She hears the intruder's footsteps going along the stairs. The creaking of the steps as he's slowing making his way up to her. Thoughts flood her mind and she can no longer hold in her tears anymore. She thinks to herself; Oh god, James is dead. James, what's going to happen to Gwen and I? Choking on her own tears as the door opens, she quickly sets Gwen back down into her crib. Muttering a soft good bye to her as she turns to the intruder. To the man who's out to kill her Gwen. The man who just killed her husband. Voldemort.

She stood proud and tall towards the unwelcome intruder, she stared with the bravest mask she could put on while he stared back at her. His eyes glistened with determination in killing the Potters. Killing the threat that will destroy his rule. The way he held himself in front of her gave off an air of command.

"Move aside you foolish woman." He demanded, his face was turning feral, as Lily Potter is the obstacle in his way of killing the "Chosen One".

"Please, take me instead. Kill me! Just leave my daughter alone!" she begged, voice cracking.

"I will spare your life if you give me the girl." Eyes narrowed at the resistance the woman in front of her was giving him.

"Not Gwen, please no, take me, kill me instead. " she cries "Have mercy….have mercy…."

"Insolent girl. That was your last warning." He lifts his wand effortlessly, "Avada Kedavra."

A bright green shot out towards her, encasing her entire body, her eyes wide open. Mouth gaping as if she was screaming, but no sound came from her. She dropped to the ground elegantly, her body landing with a solid thud in front of the cradle she tried protecting from the man. He stepped over her dead body, making his way to the child in the crib. His smile turns into a cruel grin as he lifts up his wand to finish the duty he came here with. It grows wider, for he knows that this is the end. He will be unstoppable once Gwendolyn Potter is out of the way.

He opens his mouth, points his wand and says in a gleeful tone, "Avada Kedarva!"

His smile was now covered by the green light emitted from the killing spell. The grin slowly dies off as he realizes that the spell has rebounded off the child's forehead. He hadn't expected this, and it hit him. Hard. He then screams as his body disintegrates into shadows, the entire house begins quaking and breaking down. A vague shape of Voldemort's face screams in agony and pain as the shadow flees through the window in the room, never to be seen again.

A commotion was being caused outside, news travelled far and wide that the Potter's home had been destroyed. A man, by the name of Sirius Black, flew to their house on his flying motorbike. He fell to his knees in disbelief and horror. He didn't want to believe the rumors before he came here, and now it's true. He stared at the house breaking down from the destruction; he rushed in to find anyone who could still be alive. Once entering the home, he saw the body of his lifetime best friend, the man whom he proclaimed to be his brother. He straightened out James's glasses and stared at the man with dulled eyes.

"I'm sorry James. I'm so sorry."

He got up after mourning over the loss of his friend. Then began shouting for Lily. He stumbled his way up the stairs and into the nursery, to find Lily in the same state as James. His body slumped near her body as he looked down at her with dead eyes. He brushed her blood red hair behind her ear as he silently cried for both her and James's death.

"Oh Lily, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." he chocked out. "You never deserv-"

He was cut off as he heard the sweetest voice speak out to him

"Pafoo!"

His head snapped up so fast that a crack was heard when he moved. His dark eyes settled on Gwen inside her crib, large eyes filled with tears as blood was streaming down her face. He stared in disbelief, and then gathered her up in his arms. Using his hands he wiped the blood off her cheeks and forehead to reveal a lightning bolt scar. He cradled her to his chest and tightened his grip on her. He was reluctant to leave the house, but he had no other choice since it was breaking down. He looked at Lily's lifeless body for one last time before turning away and carrying his goddaughter out.

The moment he stepped foot outside he saw burly man standing there. Sirius looked at the man for a few seconds, acknowledging him.

"Hagrid."

He kept it short and simple and he began to walk away, only to be stopped by a rough, strong hand on his shoulder.

"Ye can't keep her," Hagrid started, with the tiniest amount of sorrow in his voice. "Please.. give her here, I was told to bring her to Dumbledor for safekeeping."

Hagrid stood, watching Sirius warily as if he would apparate away, disappearing with Gwen for good. His beady eyes bore into Sirius's back, waiting for him to hand over the child. He watched as Sirius battled himself in his own mind, and Hagrid wasn't so sure if it was the right choice to take her away from him anymore.

As he was about to open his mouth to ask for her again, Sirius already turned around. His shaking arms moving closer towards Hagrid's outreached ones. With one last look at her, he loosened his grip on her and let Hagrid take his motorbike to meet up with Dumbledore. He turned away from them as they went flying into the sky, unable to see the last relation to his best friends leave him. As soon as the roaring his motorbike faded in the distance he opened his eyes again. The grief and sorrow that his shining grey eyes had once had had turned into hate. His face darkened with the thirst for revenge. His once handsomely roguish face turned ugly with his dark thoughts of vengeance. His face contorted with disgust and hatred as he muttered the name of the traitor.

"Pettigrew."

Silent tears fell down his face as he walked away to find and bring the traitor to justice.

Later that night on Privet Drive arrived a man, who pulled out a lighter and flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a pop. He clicked it again, and the next street light went out. He clicked it twelve times until all the light on the street was gone. As he began putting the lighter back into his robes, he noticed that there had been a cat on the wall next to the sign Privet Drive. He walked to the wall and sat down beside the cat. For a while they sat in silence until he decided to speak to it.

"I didn't expect you to be here, Professor McGonagall." As he looked down to smile at the tabby.

But instead of a cat sitting beside him, there was now a fully grown woman, who was wearing the same robes he was, but they were a different color.

"Professor Dumbledore" She greeted back, stiffly. "The rumors, they aren't true. Are they?"

"I'm afraid they are both the good and the bad." He looked up to the night sky, it seemed as if they Heavens were mocking them. The stars were so visible tonight, so beautiful, it was as if today was the perfect day. It was though, for everyone else except the Potters.

"And the girl?" Professor McGonagall asked, with concern laced into her voice.

"Hagrid is bringing her."

"Do you think it's wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"Ah, I would trust Hagrid with my life." He assured her.

A low rumbling made way to their ears, and both of their heads turned to where the sound was coming from. As it came nearer, the noise became louder and a pair of headlights came into view from the sky. Then it roared as it came down, landing in front of them.

"You finally came Hagrid." He let out a breathe of relief. "Where did you get that motorcycle from?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," Hagrid said as he was climbing down the gigantic motorcycle. "Sirius Black lent it to me. A good man he is."

Realization as to why Dumbledore was waiting for Hagrid to bring Gwen here dawned on her.

"Dumbledore, you can't! I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this horrid son – I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street! Gwendolyn Potter cannot live here!" She began breathing deeply in and out to control her temper.

"It's the best place for her," Dumbledore said firmly. "They are her only family left. Her aunt and uncle will explain everything to her when she gets older. I've already written them a letter explaining the whole situation."

"A letter?" Professor McGonagall repeated. "Do you really think you can explain this whole situation into a letter? Really now, Professor, they will never understand her! She's going to be famous! Every child in our world will know her name!"

"Exactly, she'll be better off growing up away from all of that until she's ready to take it." He said, while carefully placing the child onto a doorstep and putting the letter next to her.

With one last look cast at Gwen he sighs and mutters "Good luck, Gwendolyn." And with the turn of his heels and a swish of his cloak, he vanished.

In the morning, a skinny looking woman opened the door to get the morning newspaper for her husband. She screamed as she saw the baby on the doorstep, for she was almost about to step onto her. Looking curiously at the baby as picked up the note that the girl was holding in her tiny hands. Hands shaking and face paling as she finishes the letter. She glanced at Gwen when she made a cooing noise and reached her arms out to her. She noted that Gwen had the same green, almond shaped eyes as Lily did. Her heart did flips as tears came to her eyes.

"Vernon! Get over here."

A big looking man waddled his way over to where his wife was, while muttering under his breathe about how incompetent she was on how she couldn't even get the paper without help.

"What is it?" he brusquely demanded. "What do you need me for? Wait, why is there a baby on our doorstep?" A letter was shoved into his fat hands as his beady little eyes ran over the writing. He snarled out, "We are not keeping a little freak in the house, she might infect Dudley with her... abnormalness."

She shrunk back in her shirt and twiddled with her thumbs as she squeaked out,

"But Vernon... she's so small. We can't kick her out... and.. well, I've always wanted a girl in this house too..."

He sighed as he watched his wife speak out for the little baby on their doorstep. He took in Gwen's appearance as he looked down: she had a tuft of black hair on her head, which he assumed came from her sister's husband. He kept staring at her, kept staring so intensely that Gwen managed to feel the odd sensation of being watched so she opened her eyes again to stare back at him. Green almond shaped eyes, he vaguely thought to himself as he remembered a picture of his wife and her sister when they were young children. He deduced that the black hair came from the father and eyes from the mother, a fine combination for a.. abnormal child. His thoughts were interrupted when a soft voice he hadn't heard when Dudle was born made way to his ears.

"Vernon? Can we keep her?"

He stared for a while, eyes darting between his wife's lost look then to the baby girl she held into her arms. He didn't want the child, oh no, a child with.. abilities would certainly ruin his chances at a better job if anyone ever found out. Yet he couldn't say no to the look on his wife's face. She wouldn't let him live it down with her sorrowful face around his son everyday. He groaned as he kept thinking, never really having to do so much work with his brain in so long brought headaches and frustration. Then he was struck with a faulty though, he didn't even know if the child had the same problem as her parents. Petunia was certainly normal but her sister wasn't. Maybe it skipped around. Maybe it skipped Gwen.

As he deluded himself in unrealistic measures he reluctantly grunted out a yes as his thoughts were focused on the what ifs. Turned away and marched back into the kitchen where, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his wife carrying back Gwen with the gentlest smile he's ever seen on her. He went back to drinking his coffee, whilst thinking; maybe bringing her into this family won't be so bad at all.

A/N: Haha I'm finally back! I've been dreading rewriting this simply because there are so many things wrong with the later chapters that I have no idea how to fix. Good news is to those who said it was confusing on some parts, I'll be changing that! Drastic changes so far, but I finally got around to rewriting this chapter. Bear with me as I try to tackle the second chapter and upload it in a day or two. I'll try to be as uncanon as possible!